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Swing beat
I stand on the hills, faces judging their subordinates. My friend next to me, her eyes saying, “lets get started”. I hold a mike connected to no amp, and sing. My friend holds a guitar, not connected to an amp either, and plays perfectly. Bass guitar and drums and keyboards play, though its just us two, me and my friend, on the hills. We start with “Keyhole” by Superbus, and end with “All I Wanted” by Paramore, with many songs in between. We turn around and walk off the hills, into a fate worse than death. We laugh, unknowing.
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